The final decision made by the refugee group after voting was to stay in the current refugee camp first, and if you find that the situation is not good, you will run away immediately.

This is a decision that most people can accept, so naturally the minority obeys the majority, and everyone stays in this refuge camp and temporarily sets up camp.

It is said that it is a camp, but it is actually placing the blanket, food and water you carry on the ground, calculating how many days you can eat, and then sit and wait for time to pass.

With Zhao Laiqiu's help, Chen Qiye was lucky enough to get a whole blanket for rest.

However, the young man who selflessly gave his things to Chen Qiye's use could only squeeze together with her best friend to rest.

After doing a lot of back pricking, Chen Qiye was already numb to this kind of small favor. He used the blanket with peace of mind, used Chen Santu's complaints and mutters as background sounds, and used 80% of his consciousness to control the clone of the marrow flower.

At this time, it has reached the second hour of the night.

The clone of the marrow flower was secretly moving in the dead Xinling City area, constantly sneaking into the stronghold of the Blood Temple.

At this speed, all the strongholds can be notified by around noon tomorrow.

By the beginning of the next day, the remnants of the Blood Temple who received his wrong orders would find that the formation that trapped them had been broken.

I guess 90% of the remnants of the Blood Temple will react, but that doesn’t matter. There will always be a group of fools who will believe what he said.

As long as the number of those fools is no less than twenty, this mission will be his own success.

At the same time, Tianshi District……

Zhao Sheng held his chin boredly and stared at the big moon in the air.

The moonlight is cold, as if you are staring at what is happening on the earth without any emotion.

"So boring..." Zhao Sheng muttered, "Taiyi, I'm going to be bored today!"

A laughing and crying voice came from the darkness beside him: "My lady, it's too dangerous around that kid now. After he gets his affairs done, I'll catch him and accompany you!"

Taiyi said docilely, and he could still see Zhao Sheng's hair being slightly pressed down.

Zhao Sheng wrinkled his nose and slapped Taiyi's hand coldly.

"No, I must go find him!"

…………

At the same time, the new Blood Temple is divided into the hall.

This branch hall is a branch hall hidden deep underground. Only the core members of the Blood Temple can come here.

However, the rules are used to break them. At this time, in the branch of the Blood Temple where the statues of Emperor Qinglong and several other great gods were enshrined, there were thirty-six Blood Temple Cultists who were not core members.

Thirty-six Blood Temple believers sat blankly on the ground, looking up at the dark dome, which was two hundred feet deep from the ground, and even if they saw the end of the world, they could not see the day when the light appeared.

These thirty-six Blood Temple believers were the "dead soldiers" prepared by Liu Fulai.

It is completely inaccurate to say that it is a dead soldier, because these thirty-six warriors were temporarily selected as external disciples to use as abandoned children.

It was just because their loyalty was absolutely the same and because their talents rank the last among the disciples outside the Blood Temple, they were selected and became victims.

"Oh...when will this destined son appear..."

One of Liu Fulai's clones sat in a high position and sighed boredly.

One of the thirty-six disciples sitting cross-legged in the open space in front of him couldn't help asking, "Lord, do we have to do this?"

This problem has brought everyone's attention to Liu Fulai.

He was stunned for a moment and looked at the disciple who asked the question.

He is a very young man, even a teenager, and he may be only eighteen or nineteen years old when he looks at his face.

Liu Fulai raised his head and forced himself not to see the boy.

"Yes." He nodded: "We have to do this."

"I don't understand." The boy whispered, and then the sentence aroused the conformity of others.

"don't know!"

"I really don't understand why we have to die?"

This is the consistent purpose of the Blood Temple. If you want to perform a task, you must tell the disciples who perform the task in a complete and complete manner.

Moreover, the task is not compulsory. Every disciple of the Blood Temple can choose to perform or not perform this task, and no one forces it.

Of course, this so-called no-one forced usually becomes a dare not refute, but for the current Blood Temple, these thirty-six "death soldiers" are all voluntarily.

When they heard that they were going to die for the destined son, they were so excited that they signed up for this mission one after another. There were hundreds of applicants, and almost all external disciples had signed up.

Liu Fulai's clone selected thirty-six relatively low-talented disciples from the hundreds of people who signed up to die.

At first they were filled with righteous indignation and believed that this was the task of dying for the destined son, who else could I do?

But as time goes by, the excitement gradually cools down...

Cowardly.

Without surprise, without exception, every external disciple who was ready to die generously was timid.

Liu Fulai couldn't help but sigh that this destined son was acting so slowly. He had been waiting here for almost a day and he had not yet appeared.

Didn’t he believe in himself? Liu Fulai thought about it and then shook his head. This was impossible.

Even if he didn't believe in himself, he still had to come to this Xinling District.

When my thoughts come back to the present, how should I answer these external disciples?

Liu Fulai lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

After a long time, he looked up and looked at the thirty-six "death soldiers" sitting cross-legged in front of him.
Chapter completed!